Bitch Better Have My Money

Was watching my neice who’s still a crawler
She found some coins and gave one a swaller
    Hoping for diarrhea
    To free Sacagawea
If not, that bitch still owes me a dollar.

Ballad Of The Lazy Bather

I was in the shower and couldn’t wait
Getting out to use the toilet—I hate
    As I shampooed my hair
    I relieved myself there
Then stomped and mashed that huge turd down the grate.

The Immaculate Defecation

What would you do if you pooped a turd divine?
A religious looking crap, Is that a sign?
  To me it would be scary
  To shit the Virgin Mary
Of course, in a heartbeat, I’d sell it online.

Art De Mon Derriere

I use public restrooms to show my wit
Poems, drawings, etchings done as I sit.
  I think its art
  Straight from my heart
Especially the landscapes, done with shit.

Rhyming Household Tip

If a cat keeps filling your yard with poo,
Here’s a trick Martha Stewart won’t teach you;
  He can keep on licking,
  But closed tight, its sticking
Cats’ assholes are no match for super glue

Father Knows Best

My father, who’s full of great advice and wit;
Said we’re gonna talk about love and to sit.
  Call me old fashioned,
  Maybe unpassioned;
Son, true love doesn’t make you eat a girls shit.

My Friend

I, umm had this friend, yeah that’s it,
I-He’d been drinking quite a bit.
  A long, gross story short
  Take my-his word for it,
When he-I say ‘This tastes like shit’.

Roses And My Ass Are Red, Violets Are Blue…

I once had an awesomely hairy tush
A candy binge left me straining to push
A turd of gummy bears
yanked all my anus hairs
Thus the end of my beautiful ass-bush.

Painful Poopy Poetry

A piece of shit was once in my ass
A turd I thought I would never pass
    scratched the length of my gut,
    tons of blood out my butt
When did I swallow a piece of glass?

Lyrics To A Simpler Time

In my teens, I once crapped in a paper bag
The ingredients of a great prank I had
    Toss, burn, smear, and/or bake
    A choice I couldn’t make
And, that’s why, today, my attic smells so bad.

Terrorism is in the eye of the beholder.